Tuesday, Mar. 20, 2007
It Must Be a Gloria Gaynor Thang
Let's try this again. My last attempt at an entry was rudely interrupted by a Firefox update, which notified me in mid-type that it needed to reboot.
I could of course have said no, I suppose. Still, there's this anal personality quirk in me that makes me obsess about computer security. So I closed the window, downloaded and installed the update, and came back to post.
Thank you to everyone who posted a comment to me today. I really do adore MC, seriously, folks. I guess that was the one thing that got to me the most. I have actually been pleasantly surprised by the folks where we're living. I complain about having to live with someone else - and it DOES suck bigtime (and not in a good way.) But by the same token, these folks did welcome me into their home, sight unseen, and they've been nothing but kind to me.
I just got blindsided when MC became so adamant about not looking for our own place in the relatively near future.
It's not helping my mood to hear on tonight's news that a couple were murdered in their home just a couple of miles from here.
Then again, when I was a kid, someone was murdered next door to my aunt and uncle, and they only lived a block away from us. Adding to THAT wonderful scenario, however, the police ruled it a suicide, which ran contrary to all evidence on the premises. Evidence like the coroner ruling the victim died instantly, but there was blood virtually painted (handprints and all) throughout the house, on every wall.
Yup, real nice neighborhood where I grew up, and my parents couldn't understand why us kids wanted to move away at earliest opportunity.
I am not exactly in the same funk as last night, but I should probably add here that I got a sort of rude awakening today. One of the young women in my class - she's I think 23 - has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. That's on top of the fact that she lost her husband in an automobile accident not too long ago.
Yeah... occasionally life does this bitch-slap reminding you that you've got absolutely no room to whine.
If any of my readers believe in a higher power, prayers and/or the value of positive vibes, please send them her way.
This is going to be a slightly shorter entry. I am exhausted and not really in the mood to write. Too many things to deal with, in too short a time. But I'll survive. I've always been a survivor, whether I liked it or not.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )